Chapter 221: Swan Song, Part 5

Blood spilled over the serpent's body, with Malak's abdomen having a vertical hole across. Miyashi kept going with his onslaught, using the hilt of the blade to strike at the Tyrant's chin, drawing his sword again in the process, aiming for another slash at one of his arms, attempting to lob it clean off. Bracing for impact once more, Malak would utilize his magic and sent such coils around the intended target, making them go faster and faster, acting like saw blades knitted into his flesh. His aim? To break the sword as they clashed, hoping the steel would take too much damage from the style and snap in two, letting him get in for a lethal push on the Samurai once more and redirect his focus back towards the Magician. Just as the blade came down, however..

SHIKK!!!

A new wound. Within an instant, Miyashi took hold of the blade's hilt and shifted its direction, switching the style of swordsmanship from his standard one, to Te Ura Gasami. A Stance with the blade aimed horizontally. A Stance that, in one quick motion, sliced through Malak's neck clean, with no blood spilt onto the steel. Malak would be forced to step back and have the Nuckelavee heal such a wound, yet Miyashi kept going, switching from his stance into a new one, Sha No Kamae. As the Samurai approached and thrown cut after cut towards his body, the Tyrant would try to materialize the muscles within him to expel and thicken, acting as a shield to lessen the blows. "I see....A Beast that can switch between stances. It seems to know them well. It's safe to assume it must've studied at least most of such stances, at least in terms of how much humanity knows about. However....that in it itself is a weakness. If he's reliant on his blade, then destroying it makes it USELESS!" He'd think to himself, charging his body with his energy once more, now coating himself head to toe in Spiral Magic. Miyashi would hold itself back, not wanting to risk the hit, leaving himself wide open for Malak to take advantage. "GOTCHA!!" He'd yell, a wide, wicked smile on his face, reveling his knowledge on the beast's magic within a single second of seeing it.

KRACC!!

A Strike against the King's head, knocking him off of the serpent. Malak looked over to see what hit him, watching half of his face being caved in by a mace, watching it wrap around his arm to try and pull him in. He'd notice that there was a chain made across, a beast with an iron mask staring down at him. A Beast with a crescent shape, a spike down the middle, holding a cross in its center. Chains wrapped around its entire structure, with a second mace on the ready to strike again. The letter 'J' was carved onto the mask, right between its eyes. To the left of the beast was a similar monster, with scythes instead of maces to act as its hands, and its own 'J' being reversed. One red, and another blue. The King recognized that this was the supposed "Judge" and "Jury." He'd have his Spiral Magic try to rip through the binds, trying to learn which is which. The reverse 'J' Monster swooped in to fight for the other's stead, letting it regrow new chains and a new mace while the beast took charge. Malak prepared his hands and charged forward, attempting to try and strike at its face. Much to his excitement, however, Harvard would be on the Tyrant's side, ready to strike back. "Tch. A Bastard, as always. He's close to my blindspot...I'm gonna need to keep an eye on him in case-"

THWACK!!!

Right at his neck, something hit him. Something stunned the King, having him look back to see who deterred his train of thought.

A Vine. A Vine from a rose, nonetheless.

THWACK!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!! THWACK, THWACK, THWACK!!!!

Again, and again, and again. A Barrage of thorny vines striking at the Tyrant, swatting him all over the place, with Harvard having a perfect opening, casting a spell to empower his metallic arm in fire and electricity. The Magician smiled proudly as he dove into the barrage, being just as much struck by the thorns, letting the Tyrant know that it is a neutral party. However, because of the anatomy the man has, he couldn't be as injured compared to the King himself.

BAM!!

A Direct punch into the temple, the same one the King did to Helsing.

BAM!!

Another Punch, passing the magic directly through his other arm to issue the strike at his cheek bone, ripping a scar straight across his face, a punch that nearly broke the skull apart. The Tyrant recognized that he was being overwhelmed with such uneven odds. Thorns striking at his back and neck, Harvard taking initiative in the front, the beast with the Maces swooping in to issue its own attack in the process, and all Malak could do was brace and try to survive. He could feel his body getting weaker and weaker by the second. What's worse, he could see off the corner of his eye another spell being prepared. Another blank card being made and ready to cast it: A Spell depicting a Village in a photonegative filter. He'd cast this spell, as well as another spell depicting a Black Sun, to the area itself, before chucking him directly towards a different area. He could feel his vision beginning to blur, the colors of his environment being drained into a matte black, and such blackness inverted into a light blue, blinding his eyes even further. He could see lines amidst the sky, sketches of hands trying to reach down. The Tyrant, once again, swatted them away, before trying to land on a new monster.

Construct.

He recognized what was going to happen next, seeing Harvard approaching with his monsters in the distance, with the beast holding the reverse 'J' having thorns grown out of its chains, as well as what he can only assume was a rose. Only one person held such regard to them, and when he knew the answer, he knew what the monster's ability was: Using his very own crimes and victims against him as a personal weapon. Despite seeing nothing but blue, he can still fight, having the beast within him destroy his own eyes and reattach them back to break the illusion he was in. The first thing he saw when he regained his sight, however, was a haunting one.

Harvard's very friends, his allies, and the monsters that were left out. All of them were wanting a chance to beat the King down to the dirt. His vision quickly gave in again once more, the world shifting back to a matte black. He's cornered.